“We were together for three and a half years. He was my first. My only… until you.”
My traitorous heart skips a beat, but then I voice the question that was rattling around in my head during dinner. “Do you miss him?”
His hand stills, and my breath catches in my throat as I wait for his response.
“I’m not going to lie to you. I miss what we had, but it’s over. Even if he’d speak to me, which I don’t think hewould, what my dad did to him was unforgivable. There’s no going back from that.”
Noah pushes up onto his arm so he can look me in the eye. “I don’t know how to make it clearer to you, Zac. What I feel for you is strong enough that I want to figure out how to tell my family about you. That’s why I didn’t tell you I was coming over. I wanted to talk to your dad to get his advice.”
I lift my hand and rake it through his dark locks. He closes his eyes, leaning into my touch, a contented sigh slipping from his lips.
“I want you, too.” My voice is thick with emotion. “I’m all in, whatever it takes. No matter how long it takes.”
“You don’t know how much it means hearing you say that.”
“I mean it.”
“I know you do.”
He runs his tongue over his lips before leaning in to kiss me, long and slow. There’s nothing desperate or heated about it; it’s soft and deliberate, a promise that we’ll figure this out.
When he pulls away, I bite my lip and stare into his dark eyes. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” he replies, his husky voice heating me from the inside out.
“Would you consider seeing someone about it?”
He chuckles, dipping his head to press a kiss to my jaw. “Spoken like a true psychology student.”
“I’m serious,” I say.
“I know you are.” He moves to kiss me again, but I turn my head.
“It can help to talk to someone about what you’ve been through, to unpack everything before you confront your dad.”
“I’m talking to you.”
I sit up, drawing up a knee to rest my arm on it as I look over my shoulder at him. “It’s not weak to seek professional help.”
He studies the serious expression on my face before sighing and running a hand over his face. “I know.”
“I’m not going to force you to do something you don’t want to do, but will you at least think about it?”
Noah tugs me back down next to him and nuzzles into my neck. “I’ll think about it.”
“Thank you.”
He rolls over until his body blankets mine, his thickening cock pressing into my crotch. “I’ll do anything for you, Zac,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Don’t do it for me,” I say, tangling my hands in his hair. “Do it for yourself.”
“I will. But you know what I want to do right now?”
I groan, finding it hard to concentrate on anything other than his growing erection. “What?”
His lips kick into a smirk. “I want to have a hot make-out session with my boyfriend.”
My heart stutters, but he doesn’t give me a chance to respond, because his tongue is in my mouth and his hard bulge is rubbing against mine, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
